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  • I remember saying to you before that I was like a big ship with a tiny ship sailing inside, both in different seas. this morning I woke with two words, rain forge. fireless, without any force at all. time and touch instead of metal. repetition of ourselves night after night. she sleeps on our skins, in our kitchen, on our porch, wakes to us. gradually those waters merge and she focuses. laughs when we laugh. reels, background melodies: this and that, red and green, scarf knitted by a friend. (the uses of rain relevant here especially, the constant presence of rain, especially through the winter months. magnolia also. particular kind of rain; in ireland they call it soft. grey and white. the beginning of summer light and herons always returning to rain, rain as home.)

    audio: Ida sings to a traditional Strathspey fiddle reel
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